Luyện nghe bài hát Cisco Clifton's Fillin' Station

Cisco Clifton had a station
a mile and a half from town
Most cars passed unless they out of gas
So was always around

Regular gas was all that it
tobacco matches and oil
Other that he fixed lots of flats
Keepin' rough hands soiled

He'd wipe the gas and the air
In a times a day
He patiently directions
On how to get to the highway

Usually give 'em water
Or a or two some air
And a big black Cadillac
Spent dollars there

give anybody anything they'd ask
And anything he had
His tools are bumper jacks or wire
To the ones or the bad

In wintertime was a depot stove
And a table for a checker
And every mornin' at
The same checker players

So Clifton's fillin' station
Was in the red
Personal loans personally gone
But a word was said

One mornin' at eight, them players
Heard a big roar like a freight
And Cisco said I hope my stay fed
When they that Interstate

He'd to pay for property
his little fillin' station sat
And still came for checker game
So Cisco for that

He wouldn't say so but knew
That the was too much to fight
But to his will and to pay his bills
He did odd jobs at

He still opened up at
And the checker went on
The cars flew past on gas
And the had sold out and gone

If a car ever did go by he was
And if they stopped they treated the same
So at Cisco Clifton's fillin'
There's a howdy and a checker